Scott Adams said "I love deadlines. I love the wooshing sounds they make as they fly by." At this moment I find that saying particularly appropriate as I blew past my deadline for this turn-in without even slowing or pausing briefly to reflect upon it. It'll probably take about another 2 days before it's really ready, no thanks to suppliers sending me new information *this morning*. Grrr...
On a happier note, I went clothes shopping this weekend. Since I myself was born lacking the gene for shopping or "outfit assembly" I enlisted the GF to help out. For some reason this idea got her frightfully excited and she told me she had been looking forward to it. I can only attribute this to her youth playing dressup with her Ken doll (aside - I have no idea if she ever owned one actually, but it helps fit the theory). Now she has a life-sized Ken doll and can't wait to dress it up. We started by going through my closet and getting rid of clothes I no longer wear, or which the GF gave me a certain look when I held it up (which I translated as something along the lines of "oh my god what is that *thing*"). I now have an entire garbage bag of clothes waiting for the goodwill, except the stuff that was no longer wearable.
We first went to Marshalls, because my mom accidentally got me gift certificates for there instead of the ones for Marshall Fields as I had requested. But we ended up spending a long time there because there was a lot of decent stuff and it's all super cheap! The GF enjoyed herself too, which I can only explain with a theory about how finding good clothes in such an environment is like hunting on the serengeti plain - lots of work but worth it when it works out. Then we went to TJ Maxx across the street and got even more stuff. I ended up with probably about another week's worth of clothes for work and some casual stuff. It was fun, but by the end of the day my feet were killing me (5 hours of walking around on concrete does that to me). Needless to say, I think all my clothes shopping will be done at those two stores for a long time. They rule.
On a happier note, I went clothes shopping this weekend. Since I myself was born lacking the gene for shopping or "outfit assembly" I enlisted the GF to help out. For some reason this idea got her frightfully excited and she told me she had been looking forward to it. I can only attribute this to her youth playing dressup with her Ken doll (aside - I have no idea if she ever owned one actually, but it helps fit the theory). Now she has a life-sized Ken doll and can't wait to dress it up. We started by going through my closet and getting rid of clothes I no longer wear, or which the GF gave me a certain look when I held it up (which I translated as something along the lines of "oh my god what is that *thing*"). I now have an entire garbage bag of clothes waiting for the goodwill, except the stuff that was no longer wearable.
We first went to Marshalls, because my mom accidentally got me gift certificates for there instead of the ones for Marshall Fields as I had requested. But we ended up spending a long time there because there was a lot of decent stuff and it's all super cheap! The GF enjoyed herself too, which I can only explain with a theory about how finding good clothes in such an environment is like hunting on the serengeti plain - lots of work but worth it when it works out. Then we went to TJ Maxx across the street and got even more stuff. I ended up with probably about another week's worth of clothes for work and some casual stuff. It was fun, but by the end of the day my feet were killing me (5 hours of walking around on concrete does that to me). Needless to say, I think all my clothes shopping will be done at those two stores for a long time. They rule.
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The only disturbing part was that while I was in the waiting area, waiting for the GF to try on some of her stuff and playing "guard the cart", this woman shuffled over and proceeded to yell at her friends who were trying stuff on about how she was going to throw up. Then she pulled over a garbage can and hovered over it like a vulture, spitting into it occasionally. Now, if that had been my friend, I would have left my clothes in there and rushed her home ASAP, but her friends just kept trying on clothes, la dee da. Then one of them came out and had a conversation with her about what she had for breakfast - the answer: "tv dinner". They didn't leave for about 20 minutes. I guess I just don't understand how the friendships of stupid people work, don't they care if their friend is sick? It's a mystery...